I stumbled upon a fundamental truth of my existence at the age of five.
My parents decided it was time I sleep in my own bed. As I sat on the floor outside their locked door, I cried and screamed, “I need people” until I threw up. They caved.
Almost three decades later and it’s become more true with each passing year. In work, activism, comedy, yoga and everything else I do, it’s people I need. Good ones in particular.
Are you good people? Let’s chat.
lhystead@gmail.com